El yucko. Managed to food poison myself and Ted with pot roast last night (who the hell ever heard of getting food poisoning from /pot roast/? but there was nothing else we’d eaten in common, so) and so the last day has been full of ick and tiredness. Fortunately for our tiny little brains, we were able to re-arrange the Family Gathering schedule, and so didn’t have to do anything like entertain today. Which is good, ’cause Ted slept until 4pm, and I’ve been a useless lump.
I did go for a small walk. Oh, and I weighed myself this morning and have lost another pound and a half. That’s 6.5 pounds since the middle of April.
miles to Rivendell: 121.7